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Divine Spark Rising
“It’s not a circle that traps you,” Henry
whispered, tracing the arc with his finger, “it’s a
path that opens.”
“See how the spiral sheds its layers as it widens?
That’s truth, Henry. Not adding, but peeling away
until nothing’s left but freedom.
“Comfort builds walls. Truth unwinds them, one
turn at a time. Every curve strips something false
away.
“And when you reach the edge,” she said,
“there’s no pretending left. You can’t lie to yourself
anymore. Every time you pick truth instead of
illusion, every time you pick courage instead of
comfort, something in you lifts. It’s like a spark
catching fire. You stand straighter. You breathe
easier. You feel more alive. And once you’ve felt it,
you can’t go back to the old way. Not really.
Because you know what real feels like.”
“And little by little,” he murmured, “you realize
you’re free.”
“Little by little,” she corrected, “life becomes
something that happens for you, not to you. And
the world itself starts working with you instead of
against you. Some call it luck, serendipity,
synchronicity, epiphanies—you name it. And with
it comes a quiet, unshakable calm, a peace no logic
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